John Donne

Break Of Day - Poem by John Donne

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'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?O wilt thou therefore rise from me?Why should we rise, because 'tis light?Did we lie down, because 'twas night?Love which in spite of darkness brought us hitherShould in despite of light keep us together.

Light hath no tongue, but is all eye;If it could speak as well as spy,This were the worst that it could say - That being well, I fain would stay,And that I loved my heart and honour so,That I would not from her, that had them, go.

Must business thee from hence remove?Oh, that's the worst disease of love!The poor, the foul, the false, love canAdmit, but not the busied man.He which hath business, and makes love, doth doSuch wrong as when a married man doth woo.